A Mistaken Night With The CEO

Chapter Three

Lady Loretta was dismissing the maids to clear the used plates and empty bottles and to tidy up the living room after all the guests had left her mansion. She noticed the lady wincing in pain and descending the staircase with so much difficulty.

"Melody," Lady Loretta said, looking shocked upon seeing how disheveled Melody looked, as if she had been beaten to a stupor.

"What happened to you?" Lady Loretta inquired in shock while all the maids in the living room paused to look at Melody and gasped at the horror of how the previously arrogant lady now looked.

"Mrs. Luis, it was one of the maids—the one you assigned to show me to the top floor. She dealt with me," Melody managed to speak, her cheeks visibly swollen.

"You mean Miranda did this to you? I don't believe it. Miranda is innocent and cannot hurt a fly. Ever since Miranda has been working here with us, she hasn't gotten into a fight with any of the maids that I am aware of. Are you sure you're referring to Miranda, or did another maid do this to you?"

As the older woman was busy questioning Melody, Derrick walked back into the living room and looked stunned upon seeing there was still a guest left.

"She did this, ma'am. I cannot lie to you. Miranda lied about me to Master Derrick, and after he left us, she pounced on me and dealt with me to this extent. She is evil, ma'am," Melody said, starting to sob upon seeing Derrick looking at her.

"What's happening here, Mom?" Derrick asked as he strolled up to meet his mother.

"Mom, you know it's already late. You should get some rest," Derrick said, not casting a glance at Melody, who had thought he would summon the maid.

After Melody had lost her job, she expected Miranda to lose her job as a maid in the exquisite villa as well.

Melody knew she didn't stand a chance of getting closer to Derrick again. He was mostly busy in the office and attending high-level business meetings. Similarly, she no longer had an excuse to see him. Alexa was there as his secretary, and many other top female staff who longed to be with Derrick.

"Mom," Derrick said, looking at his aged mother whose hair was filled with gray hair. He frowned, and his mother replied, "Derrick, I will return to my room. But where is Miranda if Melody is accusing her of beating her up?"

"Do not worry yourself, Mother. I will have the guards investigate what happened. Melody, you may leave now," Derrick said, dismissing Melody without caring to summon Miranda.

Derrick walked with his mother to the stairs and assisted her in returning to her room on the top floor. It took the older lady a while to climb the flight of stairs, and Derrick considered relocating his mother's room to one on the ground floor.

Arriving at Lady Loretta's room door, Derrick paused and gently opened the door. The maids knew it best to avoid him, most especially when he was with his mother.

"Mom, you should get enough rest. I don't want anything to go wrong with you," Derrick spoke to his mother in a gentle tone after accompanying her to get into bed.

Lady Loretta and Derrick were both dark-complexioned. She smiled at her son's care and replied, "I am fine, but you know what will make me happy and allow me to rest well: for you to settle down. Your father worked so hard to acquire all this wealth for you. I am already over 70 years old, and you don't expect me to remain youthful. You should consider marrying a wife. It's not until you get to thirty that you should do so, my son."

Derrick frowned, holding his mother's warm left hand as she lay on the bed. He heard her saying, "My wish for you is that you find a good woman who will love you very much, pamper you like her baby, and take good care of you while I am away and watching you both from heaven."

"Mom," Derrick interrupted his mother's words with a frown. "You aren't leaving me anytime soon." Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes; his mother mostly spoke to him about leaving, and he wished he could exchange all their wealth for a longer life so she wouldn't leave him.

"It's life, Derrick. We have to go so the world can become balanced and allow our generations to continue from where we stop. But I am not leaving you anytime soon. I still want to see you marry and see the next heir of the Luis firm."

"That's fine, Mom. I guess I should leave you to rest now. Have a sound sleep," Derrick said. He leaned over and kissed his mother's forehead goodbye. She smiled and watched him exit her room.

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Meanwhile, in the master's bedroom of the exquisite mansion, Miranda soaked herself in a warm bath in one of the lush bathrooms.

"Oh my goodness! This feels so good," she thought, bathing without caring about the consequences of her actions.

Miranda had hurried into this room, and it was totally different from the other rooms she was assigned to take care of downstairs.

"Mmm," she mumbled, enjoying herself in the warm bath.

After dealing with the silly lady who dared to slap her, Miranda had wanted to show her what it felt like to be dejected. She was not a lady to take bullying from others, but after coming from a lower-class family and becoming an orphan at a young age, Miranda knew the world had no respect for the poor. So she wanted to become rich, even if it meant climbing over others to attain that. She admired the good life, wanted a good job, and dreamed of owning a big supermarket.

Thinking about her life struggles, Miranda didn't care about how much time she had spent soaking herself in this exquisite, large, pristine bathtub. The bubbling waters filled with scented soaps soothed her body, and accompanied by the chilly night weather, Miranda didn't feel like coming out of the bath. She wanted to sleep there and forget all her worries. She had even let down her blonde hair to fall behind her back. She was extremely beautiful, but remembering the slap that Melody had given her, Miranda felt like strangling the lady's neck—though she knew she would be jailed, and no one would come to her rescue.

"Mmm," Miranda enjoyed herself in the bathtub until she heard the sound of the room door shut.

"Who's there?" Miranda asked, thinking she was in her maid's room on the lower floor of the mansion. However, reality dawned on her that she was in one of the children's rooms.

"I hope this isn't Master Derrick's room," Miranda muttered quietly until she heard the bathroom door slide open.